My innocent child

My innocent child took a laugh on me
sharing the funny moments she gloomed
just wanted to make all good
my innocent child was all I looked

M for Me

INTEZAR KE MEETHE PAL

Jis Doori se hum unka didaar karte hai
Utni hi paas se hum ye ikraar karte hai
Ankh band kar ke hum unhe dekte hai
Ankh khulne par unka intezaar karte hai

ANKHEN

Teri Jhukhi palko pe aaj humne dekha
Sharmahat ke wo boondein aab bhi hai…
Wohi Palak phir kuch is tarah se Uthe
Mera Dedar ankho ne Sharma ke kiya.

Teri ankhon mein meinne dekha
Jab bhi dekha sirf apna chera dekha
Teri Sasso mein mujhe apni kushboo mili
Bus ise khyaal mein dedar ka intezaar kiya


FARMAN

Untak sare farman na pahunche to kya hua ….
Aab Hamara chup rehna bhi unhe hamari yaad dilata hai…..

EK NAZRANA

Kya hai jis ke mein khwaish karo
Jo bhi milta magar khwabo me
Baki tu mere dar se Le ke gaya
Woh meri khwaisho ka ek nazrana tha

When the river moves… it takes your curves
When the clouds light….. they take your smile
When the winds blow ……they take your breath
When all this you do ………it takes my heart away.


STARY NIGHTS

The nights are dark…
The moon is bright …
And comes the sound of Christ…
He calls from heaven to hear…
So what’s up with you dear….

BEATS

We do share and care…
Ur beats just did a dare…
They touched mine in heart…
Now how can we feel apart…..

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Not that I am happy or sad

Not that I am happy or sad
not that I am not glad
Just want to make a noice to be heard
Do not decorate me , something inside still hurts
Gifted red color clothes makes me fear
Coming moments are not as one gone real.

Not that I am happy or sad
Why me not hear him , as he is glad
Still have not decided my makeup
Making fake laughs of unsaid breakup
Little broken tears make my nights darker
Father carry me to place much safer.

Not that I am happy or sad
Hold these moments, makes me glad
Waiting his dust to leave my eyes
New ones kindness are now passing by
The life less him , my best treat
His love is now leaving my beats.

Not that I am happy or sad
Just me not as all are glad
Feeling all her untold life
Cannot tell her for the right
Not that I am happy or sad , its just that I am not glad.

Pockets of my heart

Pockets of my heart, keep opening their zippers
Wiping my eyes , closing the loose clippers.
Array of thoughts pass and by-pass,
Shower of those rain drops lay on my dead grass.
Not being natural self I begin to write
Finding no end I started the fight.

Pockets of my heart, making me miser
Churning my love before it gets finer.
Opening from bottom they lost as I think
Pockets of my heart keeping her feelings in.
They dont talk they dont share
Still they all know and do care.

Destiny and Fight

Strings tied to the hands and moving fast
driving on the stright road and pushing hard
the fate makes me lose it forever
Still we give it a good fight anyhow
thats what called Destiny and it always goes on, how?

always keep trailing behind all His moves
still thinking , going ahead of His thoughts
He keeps us falling at every step
still as Human, our kind Faith stands tall
Leaving it to Destiny , again, all still goes on , all.

Salty water starts driping down
cuts open and red soul leaves its crown
Human questioning His powers , is brave
knowing all answers of His thoughts , at grave
Naming all to Destiny the unknow goes on
We still giving a good Fight, and moving on

Love , the most convenient of all

Not to be asked never to be told ,
little her asked for a hand on the road.
Finding the convenience of holding hands ,
she gripped one unknown just to stand.
Eyes wide smiles around ,
then there came a "thankyou" sound.
Realizing of all the simplest thoughts ,
came Love ,
the most convenient of all.

Started ageing the little girl,
Fun all around her to make things light.
Moving her towards the brighter side ,
She saw she is happy and growing wise.
Wisdom she wanted to honour for all
still came Love ,
the most convenient of all.

She crossing the easy curves,
long life got her to the nerves.
Came a time to make something more
Move on and to make the life roar.
Fear word we speak inside mind walls
but write Love
the most convenient of all,
as always the most convenient of all.